Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
the Normal,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.